KAY! SO! This is my second Puckleberry fic and I really, really like this story line so I probably will be updating A LOT more frequently than my last one! This ones A LOT better, I promise, I'm getting my friends to edit it! SO yeah! I hope you guys like it!

I own: Two characters who haven't made their appearance yet in the story! And the story plot!

I don't own: The characters! Sadness they are all Ryan Murphy's... :(

This Fic is for puckleberryfanatic123 ! I hope you like it :)

Chapter 1

Having Matt as my older brother was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. He left McKinley because of his parent's situation, and when they got divorced and series of court cases went through, he got put in the foster system. Of course, being close family friends, he couldn't hide his situation for long. We quickly signed the adoption papers and soon enough, Matt Rutherford became Matt Rutherford-Berry.

Matt is amazing. He is the best older brother anyone could ask for. He is patient, always listening to my solos and giving feedback where necessary. He also is very patient and loving when I explain my countless problems with Finn and he gives advice, mainly to break up with him. Of course, I shrug that advice off my shoulder because it always comes across as him trying to be the protective older brother.

The other pluses to having Matt as a brother is that since he lived with his older sister for a bit, he knows fashion. So everyday he raids my closet, throwing out clothes he deems, 'stupid, child-like and just downright embarrassing'. By the time school started again in the fall, I had an amazing new closet thanks to my older brother. And since we adopted Matt over the summer, no one yet knew that he was my brother. We decided to keep it that way, I didn't want everyone to be up in my business and Matt had never been one to share his family stories with people. Neither one of us wanted to explain why Matt was no longer a Rutherford, but instead a Rutherford-Berry.

Only Santana, Quinn, Brittany and Kurt knew. Blaine too, but he doesn't count since he doesn't go to McKinley. The Unholy trinity found out because over the summer we'd become… close. I know, it was weird but I had bumped into them at the mall one day with Matt and they seemed… nicer. I guess since no one from school was there they didn't have the audience they wanted to embarrass a loser.

When I woke up, on the first day of school, I heard honking at the front of the house. I groggily got up and walked to the front door, to find three cheerleaders waiting for me. I sighed and said,

"Can I help you?" Santana and Brittany pushed passed me and Quinn stood directly in front of me, carefully flattening my bed head hair.

"Yes. You can help us by getting dressed. MATT!" Santana called upstairs, "Get up! We have to leave soon!"

"School doesn't start for another hour!" I protested as the three of them slammed the door and dragged my upstairs, literally.

Santana rolled her eyes at me and pulled out a travelling mug and handed it to me.

"Coffee. And we have to find you something, awe-striking to wear to the first day of school. Can't have you dressing like a hobbit again. Especially if your going to be one our friends." I smiled at that and Quinn walked into my closet. I took a sip of the coffee and then placed it on my dresser. I grabbed a towel from the chair and hopped into the shower while they found something for me to wear.

I quickly washed my hair and soaped myself. I stepped out of the shower and plugged in the curling iron. I towel-dried my hair, knowing by the time I got dresses, I would still have enough time to curl my hair and straighten my bangs. I stepped out into my room and fell onto my bed. Brittany and Quinn still hadn't figured out what I should wear and Santana was busy rearranging my make-up collection, which had grown.

Matt popped his head in and waved.

"You want breakfast girls?"

"We ate." The three of them chorused. I nodded and smiled gratefully. He winked at me and quickly kissed Santana's cheek. She turned bright red and he ducked out of the room.

Over the summer, she and Matt had started dating. This wasn't like Santana's usual relationships; this was an ACTUAL relationship, not just someone to fuck whenever she felt like it. It threw her off guard sometimes, when Matt would do little romantic things, like kiss her cheek. It was funny to watch Santana completely at a loss in the situation.

"HERE!" Brittany emerged from my closet, holding a simple white and grey dress. The top was white, with spaghetti straps and the bottom was grey cotton. It had a ribbon around the waist. Quinn came out of the closet holding the Marc Jacobs flats which had an adorable little mouse face on the top.

Brittany handed me the dress, which I carefully slipped on along with the shoes. Santana walked over and started applying the blush and a little foundation on a pimple that decided to emerge the previous night. After she was done, I took thin black eyeliner and carefully outlined my eyes and added a little gold eye shadow to make my eyes sparkle.

"Perfect!" Quinn said, as she walked into the bathroom. I had attached an extension chord to the curler so I could bring it out into my room. She sat behind me and carefully wrapped pieces of my hair around the iron. Santana handed me the straightener and I quickly did my bangs, without moving.

After we finished, Matt popped his head back into the room and he was carrying toast with nutella and side of chocolate milk. There was enough for all of us.

He smirked and said, "I know when you girls lie to me. I knew you hadn't had breakfast." They looked at him, with open mouths. He started to laugh and said,

"Fill those empty mouths with some toast and nutella. Don't forget your chocolate milk!" He winked and then disappeared.

"This is why I love your brother." Brittany said, instantly grabbing some toast and smothering more nutella on it. Quinn grabbed a glass of milk and chugged it. Santana picked at the bread, which I pushed into her lap.

"You have twenty minutes until we are officially late for the first day of school!" Matt yelled from downstairs. We looked at each other, stuffed the food and downed the drinks within a few seconds.

We grabbed the bag, and some make-up just in case a jock decides to be an idiot and slushie us. Last year, the unholy trinity put all the jocks in their place, making sure they didn't slushie anyone or harasses Kurt when he returned to the school.

We leaped down the stairs and ran out the door. Matt was in the car, somehow got the keys from Santana and was blaring the music. He nodded to us as we piled into the car and we drove off.

Matt was wearing his old football jacket and when we pulled up into the parking lot and got out, all his old friends came running towards us. Quinn looked at me, grabbed my hand and we made a b-line to the building before we could get smashed in 'jock hugs'. Santana and Brittany were close behind.

When we got into the building and walked down the first corridor, everyone turned to stare. People's eyes were HUGE. There was Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerleader, Santana Lopez, the Biggest Bitch known to earth and Brittany S. Piece, the sweetest, kindest girl ever, walking down the hallways. And who was walking beside them? Oh Just RACHEL BERRY the next BROADWAY STAR.

"Getting applications from loser ville, eh girls?" Amizo remarked as he passed by. Santana gave him a death stare and wrapped her arm around me. Brittany and Quinn came closer to me.

Suddenly, there was a slam and we all turned, seeing Amizo pushed up against the locker, by none other then the Biggest Badass of all time. Noah Puckerman, or as he liked to be called, Puck.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He growled in Amizo's face.

"Nothing." Amizo cowered under Noah's stare.

"That's right. You ever say something stupid like that little remark you made before about Rachel, I will, as Santana says, END YOU." He growled once more and then dropped Amizo to the floor. Amizo quickly pulled himself up and ran down the hallway.

Noah turned to us and his gaze softens. "Hey girls." He said. They gave him a hug. He looked at me and said,

"Hey Berry." He smirked, "Looking good. I see someone had a good summer." I laughed and gave him a quick hug. He smiled at me.

"So, where can I escort three beautiful girls and the next Broadway star?"

"Are you saying that I'm not beautiful?" I narrowed my eyes at him jokingly. His widened and then he heard the joking in my voice and laughed.

"Actually, we just had to go to the bathroom. But you can take Rachel to Glee club." Quinn said, tugging Santana and Brittany in the opposite direction. He nodded and we continued walking down the hallway, which was nearly empty since the bell had rung a few seconds ago.

"So how was your summer?" I asked him.

"Good. My pool cleaning business is booming. Racking in all the dough to take pretty girls out on dates." He winked at me.

"Oh." I said, raising my eyebrows at him, "I didn't think you were the date type person. I thought it was all bed or nothing at all." I smirked at him.

"Wahoo. Rachel's got a tongue today!" he laughed, "Nah, I'm trying to change my ways. Since it is senior year after all."

"I'm impressed. The Noah Puckerman I knew would never give up his bad boy presence and reputation for senior year."

"I'm still the bad boy and I still have an reputation to uphold." he laughed again, coming in a little closer, "Just this time, I'm trying to make my relationships last a little longer than a couple hours."

"I think our relationship passed a few hours." I laughed remember out freshman year relationship, "Two days was it?"

"Three days, if I recall properly." He said, smiling, then he muttered what he thought I couldn't hear, "Best three days of my life."

I turned away and blushed. I had to admit, it was a pretty good relationship. We entered Glee club and Noah announced,

"The star as arrived!" He laughed and walked over to where Finn and Matt were talking.

Kurt squealed and ran over, giving me a hug. Mercedes and Tina were following suit.

"Are you ready for senior year?" Kurt whispered in my ear excitedly.

"Senior year better be ready for us! We are SO going to rock this year!" I said, hugging him back.

I glanced shyly over to Matt who winked at me and smiled, "Nice to see you Rachel."

"Good to see you too Matt!" I said, bouncing over and giving him a hug.

"Hey Mike. Hi Finn." I said, rather shyly. We weren't together, we broke up after Nationals. I didn't think I could handle a relationship getting in the way of my Broadway dreams, and I knew Finn wouldn't leave Lima. His mom was here and football was here.

"Hey Rachel." He said, giving my a rueful smile. "How was your summer?"

"Good. How was yours?"

"Meh. You know the usual. Quinn came over a few times and we hung out." He said, trying to provoke a reaction.

"That's good." I said, narrowing my eyes slightly. Quinn entered the room, behind her was a giggling Brittany and Santana. They were greeted with the same enthusiasms as I was.

Finally Mr. Schue walked in. We all ran and gave him a big hug and congratulated him on his upcoming wedding with Miss Pillsbury. He laughed at us and congratulated us on making it to our senior year.

We all sat down and I pulled Quinn to my side and whispered in her ear, "Finn said you two hung out…"

"Liar." She said, "I didn't seem him at all this summer. If I did, don't you think I would've told you when we were all hanging out? Plus, he's a total Lima loser, I wouldn't taint my reputation anymore with him. Anyways, I have my sights on a… new boy." She winked.

"Who?" I said, ignoring whatever Mr. Schue was saying. Santana leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"A Dalton boy."

"Interesting… will we ever meet this boy." I said to her.

"Possibly. But not until we find you the prefect boy for senior year." She purred, looking in the general direction of Finn, Mike, Noah, Matt and Sam.

"Hmm…"

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